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		<title>What Do You Know?</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 17 May 2022 00:00:25 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>I held some strong convictions when I was young. I just knew what I knew was true because, well, “when you know, you know,” right? But I didn’t know what I didn’t know. For most of us, we often miss &#8230; <a href="https://lisapullenkent.com/what-do-you-know/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a></p>
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		<title>Evanescent</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Jul 2021 04:46:05 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>When I was growing up we moved a lot, big moves crisscrossing the country. Perpetually the new kid, I never stayed long enough to feel like I fit in. Then, I married a man whose childhood was the opposite of &#8230; <a href="https://lisapullenkent.com/evanescent/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a></p>
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		<title>Cancer in a COVID World</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 08 May 2020 20:29:55 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Lately, my emotions are scrubbed up raw. Tender, like new skin. My nerve endings fire all the time. I feel everything without a buffer, as if there are no more desensitizing layers laid down with busy, distracted, numbing activity.  <a href="https://lisapullenkent.com/cancer-in-a-covid-world/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a></p>
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		<title>The Greatest Gift</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 28 Mar 2019 20:52:12 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>When I was young, I married my best friend. It&#8217;s a cliché easy to dismiss as sentimental until it happens to you. In my husband, I found my home. Now, ensconced in midlife and traversing the terrain of family life, &#8230; <a href="https://lisapullenkent.com/to-be-loved-the-greatest-gift/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a></p>
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		<title>Love in the Stitches</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 30 Nov 2018 01:22:02 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>The older I get, the more I’m drawn homeward. When the weather turns cold, my craving for soup on the stove, a fire in the hearth, and time to knit begs to be slaked. Chilly temps find me cruising arts &#8230; <a href="https://lisapullenkent.com/love-in-the-stitches/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a></p>
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		<title>Depth of Field</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Jul 2018 00:05:09 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>It’s a gorgeous spring day on our 22 acres outside Fulton, a brocade of rolling green set against a periwinkle sky. It’s where I come to breathe. Today all four kids, their families, plus my dad and sister visiting from &#8230; <a href="https://lisapullenkent.com/depth-of-field/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a></p>
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		<title>Coming Home</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Mar 2018 20:29:10 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>The night is a pleasant 68 degrees, but heat emanates from the bright stadium lights, and I’m damp beneath my Rock Bridge High School T-shirt. My boots clink on the aluminum steps as I climb past the student section and &#8230; <a href="https://lisapullenkent.com/coming-home/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a></p>
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		<title>A Good Enough Mother</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Dec 2017 00:27:09 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>The words are sharp, a staccato litany of frustrations ricocheting around the room. They’re mine, directed at my misbehaving teenager. Adrenaline shoots through my veins. Careful, I think, sucking in a breath, holding it. The silence echoes loudly. In my &#8230; <a href="https://lisapullenkent.com/a-good-enough-mother/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a></p>
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		<title>Swallowed in Sorrow</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 31 May 2017 00:12:14 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>In the hush of the hotel room I hear cars rushing by on the busy interstate. Above the hum of the fan, a far-off siren rises and recedes. It&#8217;s late. My teenage daughters make their cozy bed on the pullout &#8230; <a href="https://lisapullenkent.com/swallowed-in-sorrow/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a></p>
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		<title>And So This Is Christmas &#8230; Let The Grief In</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2015 00:45:18 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>It&#8217;s late December, only days to Christmas. The kids are out of school and it&#8217;s dark already at 4:30 pm. All the lights burn in the kitchen where my husband is busy making sugar cookies with our girls. Flour dusts &#8230; <a href="https://lisapullenkent.com/and-so-this-is-christmas-let-the-grief-in/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a></p>
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